Just kidding. Bad things don’t really come in threes. At least, not that I believe.
Firstly, I had no expectations for Baruch mainly because it was not my top choice. I honestly felt like I was going back to high school again. I was, and still am, unimpressed with Baruch. I know that sounds sort of apathetic and…mean but I think I would be much happier somewhere else.
My first semester has its highs and lows. I’m definitely a procrastinator. I think it’s one of my favorite hobbies. I did meet a lot of new and interesting people and I’m glad to have met them. I’m not doing so well in math (then again, I never had) but I’m doing alright in my other studies. Hopefully with a little extra studying, I’ll be able to pull off a better GPA than I think I have right now.
Honestly, I don’t think I would have done anything differently. I believe everything happens for a reason, so I think I’d probably stick to the choices and mistakes I made this semester. It’ll lead me somewhere where I’m bound to end up. But, if I had to choose, I think I would have switched out to a different math class and spoken to some more people that I would’ve liked to know.
Since I’ve come to Baruch, I’ve turned into more of a wanderlust. I find myself constantly daydreaming of moving and exploring different cities, states, and even countries. Being surrounded by city inhabitants who seek to thrive in a standard 9-to-5 cubicle job solidified my opinion that I’m not meant to be here. It also made me realize that however brave I am, I’m still not brave enough to stand up to my parents and tell them that this isn’t what I want to do for the rest of my life.
